It takes all I have
to control
each action sluiced
and sliced
into little round cubes
burnt by internal fire
soft ash dust
sparse windy air
pocketing my desire
for you in pieces
just waiting
for the right moment
to leap into unknown waters
feet first
so frozen and
the river could be cold
to the touch
but your skin is warm
and gentle
heat rising
searing my arm
tingling my senses
scrambling my brain
to mottled bunches.
I have too much
self control
(and it's eating me alive.)
Jan 20, 2017
Jan 20, 2017 at 12:55 PM UTC
It takes all I have
to control
each action sluiced
and sliced
into little round cubes
burnt by internal fire
soft ash dust
sparse windy air
pocketing my desire
for you in pieces
just waiting
for the right moment
to leap into unknown waters
feet first
so frozen and
the river could be cold
to the touch
but your skin is warm
and gentle
heat rising
searing my arm
tingling my senses
scrambling my brain
to mottled bunches.
I have too much
self control
(and it's eating me alive.)
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